The Witcher: Vile Tales-03 Ves

Ves was in the area of White Orchard, hunting Nilfgaardian convoy’s with her men. The sun was set and the troops were ready for a night’s rest. They had finished killing a few Nilfgaardian stragglers on a back road and had now set up their camp in the woods, under a thicket of trees and bushes, masking any whispers with the loud wind rushing through them.

The men and Ves all made a quiet setup of four small tents. Two to a tent. Vernon Roche was back at the resistance headquarters, so the short haired blonde Ves was in charge. In the middle of the night, after all the men except for the watch were asleep, Ves found herself tossing and turning. She exited her tent and nodded to the watch, taking some time to look up at the half moon in the sky. “Sure is nice.” She thought to herself, feeling the wind touch her skin.

She then heard a sound in her tent as the other inhabitant rustled and woke up in a panic. She entered the tent and placed her hand on the man’s leg.

“It was just a bad dream.” Ves said, calming the panting man as he blankly stared at her open blouse.

“Sorry ma’am.” The man said calming down as his breathing slowed.

“There anything I can do to help you sleep?” Ves said to her soldier, guiding her hand under the blanket and up to the soldier’s crotch.

“M-ma’am?” The soldier panted.

“Shhh.” She whispered, placing her finger on his mouth. Ves felt so naughty sleeping with her soldier. Were the Temerian military still around, she would be charged, but rules and regulations were a thing of the past.

She took off her top, showing the soldier her perky pale breasts. She thencrawled under the soldier’s blanket and grabbed his warm crotch,  pulling his hard cock out of his sleeping garments and quietly suctioning it into her mouth. It was a salty cock, since they had not bathed all day, but Ves didn’t care.

She stroked the moaning man as her tongue played with his cock in her mouth. He hadn’t ejaculated in weeks, so she knew he wouldn’t last too long. The soldier ran his hand through her hair as his hard cock began to thrust inside Ves’s throat.

She gagged and the soldier’s eyes rolled back from the hot wet pleasure of his commander. After a few discreet minutes, Ves could feel his cock start shooting his hot cum into the back of her throat as she continued sucking feeling the hot substance blast down the back of her throat, swallowing down every last drop.

Ves exited the covers and pinched the soldiers cheek with a wink. “Good work, private.” As she wiped her mouth, a woman’s scream could be heard in the night. Ves and all the other soldiers shot up. “Hold! Hold!” Ves commanded quietly enough so that all of her men could hear her.

She grabbed her sword and exited the tent. “I got this. Can’t have all us running around out here anyways. We’ll be exposed.”

The men all nodded in agreement. Ves trecked east into the dark woods. By the time the campsite was 100 meters behind her and well out of view in the thick woods, the scream echoed again. This time much louder and closer.

Feeling slight tinges of cold and fear, Ves readied her sword before entering a circular clearing in the woods. The small area had a makeshift shrine in the middle of it, drawing Ves’s attention.

She slowly approached the shrine with her sword raised. There was a lit candle, but no one there. She became slightly dizzy as she drew closer. Suddenly a ghostly and horrifyingly twisted woman’s face appeared in front of Ves, making her drop her sword to the ground in sheer terror, falling backwards herself.

She fell frozen as the monster screamed continuously while circling her in the air, like wolves around their wounded prey.

The nightwraith’s face was horizontally above Ves’s face, centimeters aapart, gazing angrily into her eyes.

“No please!” Ves muttered, unable to move. The monster began to scream directly in her face, as it absorbed her life force. Ves screamed and cried in turn as she felt her sould being obliterated by a freezing cold force. Ves had turned dark blue and pale. She was dead. The creature calmed down and began to float around Ves’s corpse once again.

A light grew out of her chest as she was lifted into the air. An animalistic consiousness returned to Ves, unable to remember who or where she was as her body morphed and twisted into another shrieking Nightwraith.

She was no different than any other. She was now cursed to haunt the lands of Temeria as a monster for the rest of time. Her men never heard back from her or found any trace besides her sword. A costly mistake for the new ghost woman.